The colors of the Caribbean never stop revolving. Moving in on themselves chasing each other. Here at HALFMOON Bay on the Atlantic side of the island the color is at times overwhelming, taking the the attention, but there are other forces at work here
There is the pure force of shape. At times fluid, at times static. The shapes standing waiting for the eye. The shapes only wait for the imagination and the willingness to drop from color into form.
Form moves, transmutes, pulled by gravity, pushed by wind never depending on stillness. These forms know only motion.
Forms grow violent and capricious
Form hitting form. The shape of kinesics is to form what light is to color. Sine Qua Non
AND THEN.......THEN THERE IS
Color and form blend and flow to sing the symphony of life